I'm gonna go ahead and say that if you didn't copy and paste that entire thing, you need to find a hobby.
Exercise? What the hell is that?
I often find I have the same problem when playing Kingdom Hearts. I really connected with Sora after we both were dropped into strange worlds, our original homes were destroyed, and our best friends turned into heartless bastards who somehow thought they were always right.
Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!!
This is clearly a conspiracy.
Troll KhV- oh wait you're already doing that.
I like how there are other people out there who actually know about Alias.
It's honestly a coincidence. My knowledge of Marvel characters is very limited, unfortunately.
I can't tell if you're questioning my choice of name or using it to recall past memories of friendship, but yes?
That's assuming that ninety percent of the world's men find Beyoncé attractive.... Sounds about right.
If you turned left Spoiler The car creeps forward into the most, until you can no longer see the road, or the direction in which you are heading. You can only hope that as you crawl forward, the tires slowly rotating against the ground, that you manage to keep the car from getting stuck. You manage to successfully maneuver the car for ten more minutes, before the lights flicker, and the car dies with a groan and a creak. Trying frantically to turn the key, you realize you have run out of gas. Do you remain near the car and hope for rescue? Or continue on foot? If you turned around Spoiler Shia LeBeouf promptly appears in front of the car, his teeth glowing from the headlights as he maniacally grins. Given the state of his clothes, his wildly tangled hair, and overgrown beard, he has been out here quite a while. You turn and try to back the car up, only to smash the rear end into an unfortunately placed tree. As you press your foot on the gas, trying to urge the car forward, Shia continues his slow approach, his grin only widening with each passing step. You frantically search for something, anything as his long fingernails glide across the front of the car, creating a screech that runs shivers down your spine while simultaneously ruining your paint job. You could use your keys as a weapon, or the umbrella or map that sit in the passenger seat next to you. Your cell phone is also an option. What do you do?
It is honestly a little disturbing to me. In most cases I agree with the death penalty, but this one, I don't. I agree with @Sara that life in prison for him would have been harder, and I wish he would have gotten that. For one thing, he had an older brother who was involved, and died in the shoot out with the police in the aftermath of the bombing. Not only that, but in my opinion there was very little inquiry into how he decided on this course of action. What influenced him? How was he able to pull this off and harm so many people? More importantly, why did he really do it? If those questions can't be answered, how could this be prevented in the future? And honestly, I find it disgusting that the victims are celebrating the death of this man. Yes he caused them immense amounts of pain and he does deserve to atone for that, but to so callously take to social media and tell the world how you can finally move on now that this young man will be killed is wrong. The only person keeping them from moving on is themselves, and they should at least take responsibility for that, just as they expect this person to take responsibility for what he did to them.
Warning: sound plays without warning. You sound suspiciously like a French citizen.
You're driving down a dark road. Mist creeps across the road, dimming your headlights as rocks fly from the tires, a small ping created each time they meet the paint job of your car's exterior. As you approach the fork in the road, you can see the lights of a small gas station piercing through the fog. On the right lays darkness and mist in equal measure, an uncertain route. Which way do you turn? (This isn't a story. This is your story. And the result of a very long day coupled with extreme boredom and a desire to integrate with some of the finest minds the Internet can produce in order to create a social experiment that will no doubt fail.)
I really enjoyed the gritty, bloody theme of the game, (it's called Bloodborne, so that's a given). I got really frustrated with the lack of summoning and beckoning instructions early in the game, though. Yes it was eureka when I finally got it, but the mystery and enigma surrounding it wasn't necessarily needed. I enjoy that far more in the story than in the multiplayer part, especially for a few bosses where I really needed an adult. I haven't beat it, being that my boyfriend spoiled everything, and I got frustrated over one level and haven't returned, but the fighting system, weapons and outfits, and even the enemies will definitely have me returning to it at some point in the future.
On each resume I paste pictures of my life. Coupled with the scented, colored paper it is printed on and the musical card that plays hard core music every time it is opened, I feel that my personality comes through just fine.
Why isn't she smiling? Everyone loves a makeover.
And here I thought we had a connection.
That's 9 different dollar menu items, depending on food tax in your area. You can instead choose to buy an STD covered hooker, a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of cheap wine, nine cups of instant ramen, six sticks of Chapstick, a tube of mascara, some tracks on ITunes, renew a Hulu subscription or Netflix, or buy a **** ton of gas station food.
Does use colored text.
